maybe tomorrow

for a minute today it felt like everything might fall into place for me she was willing we had a time place date fresh cans of tennis balls and as the hour neared the storm clouds blustered my mood but didn’t dampen either of our spirits just the courts “it’s wet” she texted i wish she had been talking about something else i missed the message i arrived to puddles and her smile “we’ll try again” i asked “how about thursday” and more smiles as she swished off on her bike into the storm “sure” shouted over her shoulder and tennis bag